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[deshabille]

Who: Mal & YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Cargo bay of the SS Caprine.
When: Friday all day!

I woke up this morning [from hanging upside down, as one does] and thought: what haven't I done since I got here?

[A pause for effect.]

Well, I'll tell you. I haven't gotten into any good fights. And I think that ought to change.

The cargo bay of the Caprine's open for sparring all day. Come on if you think you're hard enough.

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[deshabille]

I think I could wipe the floor with you, actually.

[poetontheinside]

Man, I am gonna make you eat those words. [and with that, he turns off the comm and zooms over to the Caprine.

When he gets off at the cargo bay, he's grinning, obviously energized, looking forward to a good fight.]

You hungry?

[deshabille]

Contentedly full, actually, [she says, turning to him.] I've just had a whole cup of coffee.

[Which . . . probably doesn't make sense, but she doesn't care. What she does care about is the look on his face, which says he's ready to fight. Good. So is she.]

[poetontheinside]

[He blinks for a second, but he shakes it off-- he's heard people say weirder things in the few weeks he's been here, whatever.

He shakes his shoulders, shimmies his hips, and then flings his jacket into his own pod. When he's got his fists raises in front of him he raises both eyebrows and gives her a sharp nod]

You know, I usually don't fight girls, but I'm gonna make an exception for you.

[deshabille]

[There's a flicker of irritation on her face at that. Is that the only reason he's held off for so long? Frustrating. She'll have to hand him his own arse twice as hard for it.]

I'm honored. So stop talking and start fighting.

[poetontheinside]

['So long'- Mal, this is literally the second time you've talked, you should reconsider your relationships maybe.

He doesn't seem bothered, though, bounces on his toes and starts circling her. It's obvious he's got some technique, some training. If she doesn't throw a punch after a few seconds, he'll go first: a sharp left hook, aimed at her jaw. It's a good opener, even if he expects it not to work.]

[deshabille]

[Nah, she likes her relationships just how they are. Dysfunctional and occasionally violent.]

[When Ray throws his punch, she dodges it easily - almost too easily, as if she's moving slightly faster than humanly possible, her head and torso blurring slightly as she gets out of the way. Once she straightens up again, she throws a lazy blow for his solar plexus, which again seems to come a little too fast and a little too hard to be purely human.]

[poetontheinside]

[Alright, okay, that was a surprise, but she's short, right? She's short and thin and he should've seen that coming. He tells himself that when he doesn't quite manage to block her punch, and it hits his ribs with more force than he'd expected.

He doesn't even hiss at the pain, just twists on his heels, gets close and aims a blow at her chin.]

[deshabille]

[It glances off - because again, she's ducking out of the way too quickly for the eye to see. She dodges back a few steps, then blurs back into Ray's armspan, grabbing him by the shirt collar with one hand and punching for his jaw with the other.]

[poetontheinside]

[His head snaps back and through the pain he thinks, should've known she'd play dirty- this isn't pugilism, this is a fight.

But for all that Ray grew up on the South Side, and that he has plenty of practice with dirty fights, she's too strong and too fast. He can already feel the bruise forming on his jaw, her hand on his collar just a touch too strong. It should be making him more cautious, maybe tap out- instead it makes him more motivated to keep going. He makes a grab for her elbow, hoping to twist her, trip her.]

[deshabille]

[There he goes, see, he's got plenty of spirit - he reaches for her and she lets him grab her, just for a moment, only so he'll see how strong she is when she wrenches away from him, twists and steps back to leave several feet of space between them. She's not panting. She's not even breathing heavy.]

Ready to give up?

[poetontheinside]

[He's definitely panting, but there's a glint in his eyes and he's grinning wide.]

Are you kiddin' me? I'm just getting started.

[That's not to say he isn't a little freaked out by her strength, has no idea where it's coming from. But he's good at ignoring a viable threat, so he just jerks his chin: bring it on.]

[deshabille]

[Oh, no, he's her new favorite. The second he gestures to her, the instant he challenges her, she's on him again, rushing him with all her speed and strength, her shoulder down as she comes at him like a battering ram.]

[poetontheinside]

[He'd hate to hear someone say it, but he could definitely be described as 'scrappy'. He's thrown back by that move, gasping from the impact, but uses her blunt movements to try and take a hold of her- around her neck, underneath an arm, whatever. He just wants to grab her and throw her down: even if she's strong, she still has to be light, right?]

[deshabille]

[He's on to something there - manages to grab her under her arm and throw her down. As soon as her back hits the floor, she snarls at him in a way that's something less than human, bending her knees and bracing her legs against her chest, ready to kick out at him if he tries to come any closer.]

[poetontheinside]

[Holy shit, that was fucking crazy- he takes half a step back before deciding he's not backing down, kicking at her thigh and trying to get a grip on her leg.]

[deshabille]

[She kicks out savagely, a ton of force behind every blow. For all that she looks like a turtle on its back, it's actually fairly dangerous to be within reach of those legs, and she tries to catch him in the stomach with one of them before he can back away.]

[poetontheinside]

[It hits, and he goes down, hard-- stumbling a few paces before falling over. It was the knock-out blow, apparently, even though it came much quicker than he'd anticipated. But he's on his back, wheezing, arms spread wide.]

[deshabille]

[Slower than she would ordinarily, still reeling a bit from being knocked down, she gets up and circles him warily, hands still balled up into fists in case he gets a second wind and strikes out at her again.]

[poetontheinside]

[He's pretty clearly out, still wheezing and wincing every time he draws in a breath. When she starts circling him he flips her off- with both hands, for good measure.]

[deshabille]

[Smirking, she crosses her arms over her chest and nods sharply. A good job well done. Then she holds out a hand to help him up, if he'll take it.]

You didn't do so badly, for your first time up against a vampire.

[poetontheinside]

[He takes it-- all in the spirit of sportmanship, right? He hauls himself up, clearly still wincing. He lets out a painful-sounding laugh at that, though.]

That's one way to boast.

[He taught a blue glowy elf how to play baseball, but apparently a lady vampire is totally super implausible.]

[deshabille]

What, you don't believe me?

[This is so baffling to her. She cocks her head at him as she drops her hand, puzzled.]

[poetontheinside]

[He looks up at her, still with his hands on his knees.]

Wait, you were serious?

[Wait, she said 'not bad'. He grins a little at that.] You're a real vampire?

[deshabille]

Really real.

[He's such a weird person, she can't even understand him.]

What, did you think I was a fake vampire? [She shows her teeth; they elongate and sharpen as she opens her mouth.]